Sometimes...

Just for kicks...

I like to pretend that people are secretly in love with me.

That handsome guy in the Asian grocery store might have been asking me if I needed help because, well, that's the polite thing to do....Or he could have asked because he was looking for an excuse to strike up a conversation.

And sure, he may have only been doing his job when he noticed a package of noodles out of place right next to me...Or he could have, again, been looking for an excuse to give me a chance to talk.

Yeah, studying that package of noodles very intently while I browsed the noodles myself definitely must have been something his manager trained him to do in order to become better acquainted with all the store's products...Or he could have wanted to just spend a few minutes in the same aisle as me.

And perhaps, putting that package of noodles in it's proper place was only his way of being a good employee...

I walked past that very package of noodles only to realize that the result of all of this dutiful handsome employee's effort was that one package of shanghai noodles was now with all the chinese style noodles.

Yeah, this employee could have been really bored and trying to give himself some restocking to do later on....Or he could be secretly in love with me.

I've heard it both ways.